Everyone thought that he was gone. Destroyed. Dead. Max had thought it himself. He wasn't sure when he felt consciousness again. When he became aware of who he was, what he could do. But, as it turned out, electricity was everywhere. It could not be turned off that easily.

And so, Max found himself again. He had no way of telling how much time had passed, but he knew he had one target. One goal. All he wanted was to find Harry.

He got out long enough to find the information he needed, reading an article in a newspaper in a rest stop he destroyed. Then, within seconds, he travelled the distance he needed to travel.

It was before lights out, just before, and the lights in Harry's cell flickered. There was a faint crackling in the air.